Skookum Wawa, in the jargon, Wawa, that sprang up at the intersection of Spanish, Nootka, Chinook, Kalapuyan, Tsinuk, Salishan, Sahaptin, English, French and Russian culture on the Northeast Coast of the Pacific, […]
In this series of posts I am exploring what might be required to set colonialism behind us and create a country for our future children’s children’s children, all of us, human, loon, […]
This flow… … is mapped as “The Okanogan River.” It is a colonial term, yet certainly not the most egregious. I live near the top of its headwaters. Head of the Lake […]
It’s a beautiful book. Designed, by the looks of it, to be sold as a gift shop memento, Victorian perhaps. Note the trompe d’oeil of the bug on the cover, which takes […]
Here’s a traditional map: It is a map for travelling between cities and towns. Here’s a different kind of map, the government’s tourism photo of Kalamalka Lake, on the south shore of […]
When I was a young man back in the day, it was commonplace to encounter British writers having an awfully hard time accommodating the blues (for instance) into their writing, without anglifying […]
You don’t need a board to surf. Pshaw. Use the tail, man. Stabilization, that’s the thing. Easy. And should you turn to stone… … or sand … Mother Otter Herself … well, […]
At Ozette, a man stands in the sea, up to his neck. A killer whale passes by. Actually, to read the story, you have to walk at low tide. Slowly, […]
It’s a beautiful thing when humans make art. But let’s be honest: it’s a beautiful thing when they don’t. The patterning that art presents can be done without being a portrait of […]
The eye gives the illusion of bringing distance close, but the raven knows more. Bushwhacking ingrown grasslands gets you nowhere fast. If you had to survive off this land, really survive, you’d light a […]
